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Post by Angel Kapur on Oct 26, 2009 3:27:44 GMT -5
The problem with attending classes is that, at some point, one has to do actual work.
Angel passed between the bookshelves slowly, looking for inspiration for some kind of write-your-thoughts-on-this-book thing that was due tomorrow for the class of the one that looked like the other two. It irritated him; he'd only taken it because it was large and he could keep an eye on the one that always glared at him in it, and yet he kept getting called to do things.
Ah, well. It's not like it was that hard, or that he cared if his grades fluctuated. Though it was nice to do better than other people...
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Post by Aritha Bianca Kairavi on Oct 26, 2009 3:59:02 GMT -5
Aritha sat at a table, tapping a finger against her lips. She'd finished homework a while ago and was now working on one of her many outfit designs. Her eyes looked up and locked on a purple haired vampire walking between the bookshelves. Something was... odd about him.
Of course, if it was his darker skin, she didn't have any room to talk.
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Post by Angel Kapur on Oct 26, 2009 4:14:32 GMT -5
Angel leapt cleanly on top of one of the taller bookshelves, retrieved a book from the top shelf, and started flipping through it. After a few seconds, he froze.
Someone was looking at him?
Specifically, a pretty girl was looking at him, one vaguely like some of the mortals he used to live around, though she smelled of blood and dead things. And she was drawing.
He immediately slipped down from the shelf, sticking the book in his pocket, and walked towards her with his best look of smooth confidence on his face. "Hello there."
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Post by Aritha Bianca Kairavi on Oct 26, 2009 4:25:10 GMT -5
She smiled at him, "Hello. That was quite the jump you made there."
Her eyes glanced over him quickly, immediately figuring out his measurements. He was awfully thin... Fairly attractive though. In a... rebel sort of way. "You look a little nonplussed."
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Post by Angel Kapur on Oct 26, 2009 4:34:53 GMT -5
Angel walked right up to the other side of the table and leaned over the paper Aritha was using, holding himself up by one arm. "Mm, just distracted by your work here." Not bad. Not amazing, either, and she was clearly focusing more on design than the more fun parts, but there was technical competence here. That gave him ideas.
"Where're you from, by the way?" he said idly.
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Post by Aritha Bianca Kairavi on Oct 26, 2009 4:44:43 GMT -5
"Here and there. The Mediterranean area," she said, wrinkling her nose as he blocked her light. Colors looked best in sunlight, and he was blocking the light from the window so everything looked wrong. "I don't live in any one place."
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Post by Angel Kapur on Oct 28, 2009 0:11:12 GMT -5
"Ahh." Not around the same place, then. He studied her nose-wrinkle for a second and then moved back.
"Well, it's very nice to meet you- I wanted to take some of the art classes here, but they just wouldn't fit into my schedule, so you caught my eye." He extended a hand towards her. "My name's Angel."
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Post by Aritha Bianca Kairavi on Oct 28, 2009 0:29:44 GMT -5
"Aritha, or Bianca. I respond to both," she said, taking his hand. "I'm not the best artist here... There are many with far more skill. I just would rather put designs on paper than waste good fabric on bad designs. Fond of art?"
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Post by Angel Kapur on Oct 28, 2009 0:38:10 GMT -5
"Aritha, Bianca..." he rolled them around in his mouth. "I like both of them. Good names."
"And yes- you could say so. I like to make people... feel," he smirked. "You could be good. Using it to design clothes is... different, but you've clearly got some skill in that as well."
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Post by Aritha Bianca Kairavi on Oct 28, 2009 1:25:50 GMT -5
"Feel?"
Something seemed off about how he'd used that word. "It's not different. Most fashion designers draw their ideas first. It's far less expensive."
He was making her nervous. Even his handshake had made her uncomfortable. She scooted back a little, bringing her picture with her.
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Post by Angel Kapur on Oct 28, 2009 1:29:37 GMT -5
"It's different to me. I've never met a fashion designer."
Damn, he was scaring her. His smirk dropped into a sad little smile. "Uh, sorry. I don't mean to bother you. I just wanted to say hi, y'know, cute girl drawing and all."
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Post by Aritha Bianca Kairavi on Oct 28, 2009 1:45:15 GMT -5
Aritha watched him, giving him a smile, "It's okay. What with my old friend... trying to kill himself, I'm just really edgy. Everything makes me nervous right now. I haven't been sleeping well. You are welcome to sit down."
She pushed out the chair across the table with her foot, flipping her white-blond hair back.
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Post by Angel Kapur on Oct 28, 2009 1:49:53 GMT -5
Angel's ears twitched, and he considered how to respond to that. He sat down. Nope, no idea.
"That... sucks. Who-" he hesitated. Or had he heard of that? Something about a werewolf and one or more of those Winds-boys, in relation to the one that smelled like apples and roses and... nicer things. "Uh. Do you know a guy, blond, freckled, lean, about yea high, obsessed with sugar, nicks your stuff when you're not looking?"
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Post by Aritha Bianca Kairavi on Oct 28, 2009 2:12:10 GMT -5
"Um... I think he was in the cooking class with Hitoshi. I remember him asking about making a chocolate sauce for the noodles and his partner shot him down as if he'd tried it before," she said, not leaning against the table like she had been before Angel came up. Her mind lingered on the bandages that she'd been seeing around Zeph's wrists. She'd given him a piece of her mind about that... and now she couldn't seem to find him.
He was probably avoiding her.
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Post by Angel Kapur on Oct 28, 2009 2:17:32 GMT -5
Angel just sat and watched Aritha for a while.
"I'm sorry." He nibbled the tip of his tongue for a moment. "Is this something that would require vengeance?"
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Post by Aritha Bianca Kairavi on Oct 28, 2009 2:28:10 GMT -5
Aritha shook her head, "That never solved anything... I don't even know the entire story. I just... feel bad about him feeling that was the only way to end what was going on..."
She sighed, rubbing her temples. She didn't want to talk about this, but it wasn't surprising that's what she was thinking about.
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Post by Angel Kapur on Oct 28, 2009 2:33:46 GMT -5
He slid down into his seat a little, resting his head on his arms. "I don't really know what to say, but if it would make you feel better to talk about this, you can."
Please, he thought softly in her general direction. Give me your secrets. I'll owe you well if you give me something to keep.
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Post by Aritha Bianca Kairavi on Oct 28, 2009 2:43:06 GMT -5
"I just..." she covered her face. "I don't understand how Zeph could do this. Could want to leave us. He's always so alive, so thrilled to do... anything. He's one of the happiest people I know. At least he used to be. And one little misunderstanding almost killed him... and his boyfriend. I just... don't understand..."
Tears were forming in her eyes, her face still in her hands. This was a stranger... she didn't want him to see her tears.
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Post by Angel Kapur on Oct 28, 2009 2:47:41 GMT -5
"Must be something, or someone, he cares about very deeply..?"
He tried to sound friendly.
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Post by Aritha Bianca Kairavi on Oct 28, 2009 2:55:33 GMT -5
"But... he'd known he was okay... Everything was okay until he just... slit his wrists and..." she started crying, mentally cursing herself. She was rarely so weak. Zeph just got to her. They'd been friends for so long... she never kept friends for so long. "And it just came out of the blue!"
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Post by Angel Kapur on Oct 28, 2009 3:01:47 GMT -5
"So he was influenced into doing it? Or hiding it from you?"
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Post by Aritha Bianca Kairavi on Oct 28, 2009 3:26:50 GMT -5
"I think he thought it would solve a problem... but it just caused more... I don't know if he was hiding it or... I just didn't see it." She sniffled, trying to stop her tears.
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Post by Angel Kapur on Oct 29, 2009 14:03:03 GMT -5
Angel sat there for a minute watching the vampire girl cry. She was clearly more worried about her friend's mental state than whatever had caused it... understandably enough, he supposed.
He reached into his pocket, pulled out a piece of cloth, and tossed it over the table to Aritha.
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Post by Aritha Bianca Kairavi on Oct 29, 2009 14:09:37 GMT -5
Aritha picked it up and wiped her tears, giving him a bit of a smile. "Thank you. I'm sorry... I've been thinking about it for weeks and I just can't make sense of it.
"Especially because he seems okay now. He's being... himself again. More than he was anyway..."
She twisted the scrap of cloth in her hands, nibbling on her lip a little. "You were interested in my sketch... why exactly? Did you want a picture of something?"
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Post by Angel Kapur on Oct 29, 2009 14:44:25 GMT -5
"I like talking to artists. They tend to be interesting people," he half-smiled.
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